Blue Winter

Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice – Both different blues. And hills row after row Are colored blue according to how far. You know the blue-jay’s double-blur device Show’s best when…

The Claw

A country stroll Turns into a nightmare When you discover that the public pathway Is not all it seems. That solid looking earth parts beneath your feet without warning. You fall into the foul smelling underground of a long lost mine shaft. You scream Your mouth forming a terrified O Your fingers clawing the edge…

the night of the storm cat

The storm cat arrived last night yowling over the roof tops, hissing on my skylights as I tried to sleep below. He rattled the chimney flue and prowled stealthily over the tiles, unsheathed claws scratching, fishy breath blowing through every nook and crevice. He swished his tail back and forth, back and forth, as I…